Chapters:

(ok now we are with ivy glace person! This part of the chapter is
about the Crazy wolf summer!)

I await Umbria's return, my hands shake like leafs as I hear a
rustling outside, I turn to the boy that never speaks, I realise
that I still don't know his name. I turn to face him, opening my
mouth to speak 'What's your na-' I'm stooped by a random girl
bursting through the door, 'Nex!' the ginger girl exclaims,
running up to hug his. I watch as he shuffles back wards, 'who
are you?' he asks his voice quaking, as the strange ginger girl
dances in circles, her scent fills my nose with sherbet. 'Nex,
you really don't remember me….?' she says turning her head
comically while she takes a break from her happy dance 'Your own
sister?' she smiles awaiting his embrace, instead his face turns
upside down, his smile merging in to a frown, his eyes and deep
red 'No, NO! you can't be' he says wiping back tears 'all of my
family is dead, you hear me' her raises his voice again 'dead!'

The crazy girl fights back sad eyes, her ginger hair settles at
her waist, 'But I am alive, every one is dead, but I ran' she
breaths out harshly 'I ran and every one died!' her voice rising
to a yell. 'I thought you where dead, I thought… I thought I had
lost every one!' She is crying now, tears streaming down her
cheeks 'where have you been Nex' she runs up to him, giggling
under her tears as she wraps her arms around him. I examine his
face, she is fighting back the need to cry, I can see it on his
face. The girl that smells like sherbet , hugs him tightly crying
on his shoulder. ' summer, I thought you where dead' he whispers
as he hugs her back, no longer holding back the tears. The room
heats, the flames flying off of Summers body, blazing around the
tent, I avoid the tongs of flame before I am scorched by the
flame, I watch as the crazy girl stars singing a drab song about
crocodiles and alligators that goes on for hours before she
notices me in the corner of the room. I wave to her, smiling. She
looks about my age, I pull out my phone from my over coat, as I
freeze in my dress. I groan at the phone, tempted to smash it on
the floor, as I look at the battery, ten percent left. I feel
crazy walk over and sit next to me. Hearing her voice through the
air. 'your cold, do you want a blanket' I give it a polite pass
and walk to the other side of the room, changing in to wolf form
and curling up, my tail tickling my nose. 'no wonder your cold,
your from the pack of the silver souls, ice wolves. Cool' she
says, her voice annoyingly happy, I glare at her as I fill the
room with an icy chill, feeling much more at home I drift off in
to sleep.

:) :)

I watch quietly, unmoving, as I see the crazy omega sat next to
me stand up spinning like a lunatic out of the door. I turn to
the other omegas, I guess that where I seem to fit in. I look
around the table, about a quarter of the pack sits, so about ten
in total. I turn to smile at a middle aged wolf, sitting with
silver fur, and dark black eyes. He nod at me, giving me a wolfie
smile. I notice a wolf across the table grinning at me also, her
fur a pitch black, with deep silver on her tail, her snout ends
in a sharp line, her eyes narrowed, it seems, almost in
relaxation. My gaze is pulled way, Atra slamming the door roughly
behind her, my ears wring, as I see all of the participants in
human form, press there hands on there temples in pain. A few
howls shiver in the air, until order is called, as Atras father
lets out a low bone shattering bark. I watch as every head turns
in submission, the omegas slouching, ears back, all in wolf form,
cowering at the sound. Quickly I turn, my now wolf body, copying
the actions of the lower classed council.

We are motioned to rise, I stand on my hind legs as all of the
wolves around me howl, they sing a unfamiliar tune as Atra
begins.

'As you know, Umbria' she points to me as we sit 'Has come from
Minorca's prison. We all know that there will inevitably be an
army of vampires in our mists' I look deep in to her eyes I dare
to raise my voice 'Actually the vampires are dead, only her
werewolf followers are coming' I look away, sitting down again
'Ok, there will still be vampires, although less.' She says
raising her voice. 'All of the wolves who have heard of the
children's legend of the shadow wolf, say 'I' all of the room
pipe up joining in except me. Atra gives me a sly look before she
continues 'I'm glad we have that cleared up, ok. Umbria, meet
Spina' she says pointing towards the wolf across from me, the
one who looks like she is always furrowing. 'she will be joining
you on your journey' what journey I think as I glare at the red
eyed wolf. Her hair scatters around her muzzle, I narrow my eyes,
as I sit through the boredom of the meeting, dozing off as Atra
explains the legend.